Waking up this morning to a reminder from Facebook. Three years ago I posted this picture on a vacation with my husband and children, my partens and my brother and his family. Wonderful to be reminded of how grateful I am for my family - including these two, very close to my heart.

Arriving quite early in the afternoon. Finding an available shelter, right next to two whispering streams. Unpacking, lightning the fire, and soon we'll start preparing dinner. The sky is still high, and deep blue. I'm surrounded by voices that I've all known and cherished for years. Absolutely grateful.

​​On the ferry, and on our way. About to spend my entire weekend in Sweden with five strong, fun, beautiful, intelligent and caring friends. Hiking in the woods under a big blue sky, talking & laughing non-stop, sleeping in open shelters right next to the bonfire, bathing in the cold deep lakes, cooking under the starts, and supporting the fight against breast cancer.

Didn't feel like it at all. Felt soooo lazy. Good excuses were lined up heavily, really easy to pick. But I did it! Created a bridge between intention and action, and thankful for that bridging - not least when passing this spot.

A workday at one of my clients. Going from one meeting to the next, and in between finding nice little spots to hang out with my computer. In a sofa in a hallway, in a meeting room, or on one of these bar-like chairs. People are passing by, and sending me smiles, greetings and nice comments.

Extremely grateful for each and every client that I have currently, and have had during the last two years while being an independent change consultant. I love every little bit of my job, and so far I've only been granted with the best clients that I could dream of.

I'm going to meet my brother in Copenhagen. His train is late so I'm waiting outside at a café. An elderly woman with a patch on her forehead is approaching, and taking a seat next to me. "So you're working", she notes, nodding at my computer, "my knees are weak, so I have to rest, and a coffee is nice while resting", she continues.

She is Jewish, and from Lithuania, she reveals, and was send to a concentration camp in Germany when she was only 16. There she lost her entire family, except for one sister.

"I'm thinking a lot about the refugees in Europa right now", she tells me, "I'm so thankful for living in Denmark!"

Our conversation flows on, and it's feels as if I've know her always. "How old are you?", she suddenly asks, while putting her hand on my arm. "My birthday is next month", I reply, "I'm turning 45".

"Oh you're still young", she exclaims, looking me straight in the eyes. "Remember to enjoy life to it's fullest! Your generation is always so busy", she adds.

She is caring, warm and loving, and when I leave, she gives me a long hug. Now on my way to my pick-up my brother at the station. With warm greetings from Miriam.